You know what? Fine. You're Date Masamune. Son of an influential family and worried you won't get your inheritance because of your shit mom. When you were in school you were your team's baseball ace, but you've just been kind of hanging at my place since we got to know each other because your wacky ass academy got blown up by some weird cult.

Also I think maybe your principal committed some human rights violations? Either way—

[she reaches under her yukata and pulls forth the dog tag that's around her neck. It's matching the one he wears now.]

If you want to keep pretending like we've never met, I can give this back to you.